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Mrs. Hu Shi had been thinking about it all night since her daughter left. The more she thought, the more she felt something was wrong. So she came to the Minister of Justice's residence early this morning.

Mrs. Hu was still worried, so she turned Zhou Chang's face to face her, hoping to see a reassurance from Hu Wan's unfocused eyes: "My daughter, don't be confused about this. You are already a mother now, so you must not go to see him. If someone sees you, it will not only ruin the reputation of the three families, but also Cai'er's future."

Cai'er is Hu Wansheng's daughter and is just seven years old this year.

"Don't worry, mother. I'll save you some trouble. I know my limits." Zhou Chang lowered his head, found the back of Mrs. Hu's hand, and patted it as a way of comforting her.

Originally, Hu Wan had no intention of going.

If Mrs. Hu didn't mention it, Hu Wan would just suppress it. However, now that it was mentioned, Hu Wan's emotions were aroused instead.

Her eyesight was damaged because of her crying due to the breakup of their marriage alliance. Not only did she cry in the wind, but her eyesight also deteriorated drastically after giving birth to her daughter.

"You have to promise that he will leave in a few days. Once he leaves, your affairs will disappear into thin air, and you can just pretend that, no, nothing happened in the first place." Mrs. Hu naggled for a long time.

Zhou Chang just nodded and insisted that she would not go to see Shi Xun.

After seeing Mrs. Hu off, Zhou Chang felt uneasy.

There is a poem: "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but I can't see you. We drink the water of the Yangtze River together. When will this water stop flowing, when will this hatred end. I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not let me down."

Zhou Chang couldn't remember who the author was, but this was the point he made.

Originally, if we hadn't seen each other, we would have known that we lived in the same city. Now we are really separated from each other and there is no possibility of seeing each other again for the rest of our lives, which brings up endless regrets.

Beneath Hu Wan's seemingly gentle and virtuous appearance, there is always a deep regret buried.

It's just a meeting, so what?

I don't ask for anything else. Since we weren't able to say goodbye in person back then, it would be good if we could just put an end to it.

The more Mrs. Hu opposed, the more waves she stirred up.

Feeling Hu Wan's inner thoughts, Zhou Chang decided to be bold for Hu Wan and go to Dafu Temple in the name of burning incense.

They took a carriage to Dafu Temple. Over the years, Hu Wan had never set foot here, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally.

Following the endless stream of people walking inside, Zhou Chang was pondering all the time what reason he could use to meet Shu Chen openly.

Zhou Chang stared so hard that his eyes were sore and tears were oozing out. Only with the help of his memory of Congratulations from before could he barely walk in smoothly.

They first arrived at the Main Hall, then turned east and went back to the inner hall where Zen Master Yuanjue had received them when they came with Yuanqi that day.

After entering a courtyard gate, a young monk came out to greet him: "Amitabha, donor, this is the inner courtyard of the Buddhist temple. Which master should I look for if I need anything?"

"I have something I want to be blessed. I heard that your temple is the most effective, so I came to ask you for advice?" Zhou Chang couldn't think of a better excuse.

Seeing Zhou Chang wearing fine clothes and followed by a maid, the young monk became even more respectful: "Amitabha, please come to the guest room. I will go and invite Master Yuanxin right away."

"Master Yuanxin? Isn't that Master Yuanjue?" Zhou Chang only remembered the abbot Yuanjue.

"Amitabha, it is really unfortunate that the abbot is not in the temple today. Master Yuanxin is the abbot's junior brother and also a Zen master with profound magical powers." The little monk replied.

"In that case, there is no need to trouble Zen Master Yuanxin. I heard that your temple has the Three Treasures, the Baohua Hall, the Peach Blossom Forest, and the Oracles. I would also like to see them." Zhou Chang did not expect that Hu Wan had never set foot in Dafu Temple since Shuchen became a monk, but she secretly remembered everything about Dafu Temple in her heart.

The young monk bowed and said, "Amitabha, in this case, I will lead the way for you, the donor."

"Thank you, little master." Zhou Chang agreed, but walked towards the inner courtyard first.

The young monk did not stop him and followed him.

Zhou Chang walked around the inner courtyard and found nothing, so he walked west aimlessly.

Fortunately, it is a fine day today. It would be really "unbearable to look at" to deny that Hu Wan is not only half blind, but also has the problem of crying in the wind.

As she walked, she couldn't help feeling discouraged. With her current eyesight, everything she saw was useless. How could she recognize "Tang Monk"?

Thinking of this, I came to the outside of a wall and smelled a strong scent of agarwood. At the same time, I could vaguely hear the sound of chanting.

Zhou Chang walked along the wall until he reached the gate of the courtyard. He looked inside and saw a figure, but unfortunately he couldn't see it clearly.

Just as she was about to turn around, a blurry figure in white robes in the yard stopped her.

Zhou Chang wasn't sure and subconsciously wanted to go forward to take a closer look.

The young monk quickly stopped him and said, "Donor, this is a sacred place for Buddhism. A ceremony is being held here. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission."

"There is a master inside..." Zhou Chang was about to ask when the figure in white robes suddenly turned around in his sight.

When their eyes met, time and space stopped.

Zhou Chang vaguely felt that the outline seemed, seemed, should...

Hu Wan's body flashed uncontrollably and she turned away as if escaping.

Ok?

what's the situation?

Do you want to see him or not?

"Madam." The maid behind her chased after her.

The little monk also followed.

Zhou Chang's mind then reacted: "Ah, little master, is there a place here where I can change clothes?"

The little monk understood and immediately led the way.

Zhou Chang was led to a secluded thatched hut, and he took out some silver from his sleeve and gave it to him: "Thank you, little master. I dare not let you wait here."

"Amitabha, as a donor who is kind and generous, the Buddha will surely bless you." The little monk happily took the silver.

Zhou Chang took his maid and went in to pretend to be there. When he came out, the little monk greeted him warmly.

Why can’t I get rid of it?

Zhou Chang had no choice but to continue turning in the opposite direction.

The world is a circle. Turning three turns in the opposite direction should be the same as turning one turn in the forward direction.

Unfortunately, the theory is the theory, the reality is the reality, and the most important thing is that the eyesight is not good enough.

Zhou Chang turned himself around in a few seconds and somehow arrived at a small garden. There was a rockery on one side, a corridor on the other, and a red wall on the other. He was blocked on three sides and could not go any further.

"Donor, this is the peach blossom forest of our temple." The young monk introduced.

Zhou Chang vaguely counted dozens of trees in the garden and estimated that there were at least three times as many trees.

There are only green leaves on the trees but no peach blossoms. I don't know why this place is famous.

Hu Wan's consciousness was still throbbing, but Zhou Chang had already lost heart. It seemed that there was no chance today.

"Amitabha, this donor is polite." A person behind him suddenly chanted the Buddha's name.

Zhou Chang turned around.

I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, but when I turned around, he had become a blur.

Zhou Chang’s consciousness could no longer control Hu Wan’s body.

Hu Wanqing couldn't help herself. She moved forward but hesitated. She was at a loss as to what to do. "I'd rather be fat and exquisite than be thin and look the same as others.

I would rather have a more stable life than a sudden break;"